December 2009 will see its second full moon today. I think it’s cool, but may I call it a Blue Moon?

http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/home/80110152.html

It seems that purists (and my brother) would belittle me and mock my ignorance if I were to do so, so I will simply say it is the second full moon in a single month and this occurs only 7 times every 19 years. I should have brought it up at Christmas so that my brother and I could have gotten into yet another argument over stupid-ass stuff.

Thanks for the snow tonight.

TMZ is reporting that the lawyers for the guy who allegedly blackmailed David Letterman are claiming that his behavior was not so much “criminal as capitalist” and, therefore, the suit should be dismissed for failing to state a claim. Although it seems doubtful this motion will be granted, I applaud their creative lawyering.

I noticed the Catholic Church has decided to exploit the current economic times by running frequent commercials encouraging lapsed Catholics to come on back in and use the church as a source of hope. Not unlike how a child gets through the fall thinking - hoping - that at least Santa will come in December bearing gifts.
Pop quiz. Complete the anaology:
Santa is the “crutch” that gets them through the days just as ______ is the _________ that gets their members through the days.

Charlie Sheen: gross. Tiger Woods: gross.

I understand how a person could easily suffer a heart attack shoveling snow.

The heavy breathing and the crunches and squeaks while walking on the snow sounds almost deafening in the quietness of a cold winter night.

I love peaceful, still winter nights.

Bravo, professor, those “what’s wrong with these statements” were some of the best I have ever read. They required an understanding of the concepts beyond that which a cursory reading could ever provide. I wonder if professors ever hold internal “contests” to see who wrote the most entertaining fact patterns on an exam?

Speaking of contests…I also wonder if Eisai Company, Ltd.* held an internal raffle and the winner received the right to name their new drug to help control acid reflux anything they wanted. Joe had the winning number (371) in IT and really thought Aciphex (ass-i-fex) sounded oh-so-cool.

Every time I hear that commercial I think I may have accidentally turned on SNL and they were doing a parody of some drug commercial.

Speaking of commercials…What is up with that CBS ad recommending you give the woman in your life the gift of scheduling her pap smear? The only thing this commercial encourages me to do is wonder how these male actors were able to get through these lines without saying WTF?

Commercials continued… McDonald’s have consistently been tops on my “I hate those commercials” list.

The music in the Chivas Regal** commercial, the one where the guy at the party in the last scene should be cast in the title role if Frankenstein is ever remade, kind of makes me sad.

Inspired by CP: Happy Last December 15th of this decade.

I keep freaking out thinking I missed a final exam. Even though I continue to check the schedule I worry that the dates were changed or I misread the schedule or the one that I printed out was an older, inaccurate version. It’s really annoying.

Fed Ex delivered the Barbie Dream house tonight. I wasn’t disappointed. I don’t mean in the house as I already figured we paid for the Barbie name rather than the quality of the dollhouse, but I mean the Fed Ex delivery person. A Brandon Boyd-esque cutie. I answered the door with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I am not cool enough to own a Snuggie. I also had Vaseline smeared all around my nose since it is raw from the cold and its frequent contact with rough, non-lotion tissues. My teeth weren’t in either, so that’s not cool. Whatever.

Happy Holidays.

If I owned an invisible car it would be very difficult to find affordable and reliable insurance coverage.

I finished my letter to Santa and plan to drop in a red mailbox at Macy’s. I am choosing this delivery route for the second year in a row since Macy’s pledges to donate money to the Make-A-Wish Foundation for every letter they receive.

I am impressed with how smoothly I transitioned into calling the store “Macy’s” after the company acquired the Marshall Field’s chain of department stores. With this ability to adapt so quickly, I will soon be saying, “The Willis Tower looks so festive when lit up with holidays colors” while looking out the window at my sister’s house.